The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Snowflakes

I slid into the sleek black car, the door gliding shut behind me with a soft, expensive thunk that sealed us into a cocoon of tinted glass and dim amber light.

The interior glowed faintly, dashboard LEDs, the low pulse of the infotainment screen casting shadows that licked across his sharp jawline. The air was thick with leather, cold night, and the heavy, intoxicating bite of his cigarette smoke.

He didn’t look at me right away. He finished his cigarette in slow, deliberate drags, the cherry flaring crimson each time he inhaled, then crushed the butt into the crystal ashtray like he was putting out a small fire inside himself.

Almost a full pack of stubs lay dead in there. He’d been sitting here a long time, waiting.

Only then did he lean back, shoulders rolling against the seat, and fix his stare straight ahead into the dark street. Silent. Brooding. Dangerous.

My pulse thudded in my throat. I clutched my coat tighter around me, but the thin silk of nightdress underneath might as well have been tissue paper.

my

I could already feel my nipples tightening against the fabric, traitors announcing themselves before he’d even touched me.

“Why didn’t you just call?” I asked, voice smaller than I wanted. “You didn’t have to come here.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink. Just turned his head slowly, like a predator finally acknowledging prey and those green eyes locked on me. Unflinching. Hungry.

My breath snagged. Heat flooded my belly, liquid and immediate, pooling low between my thighs. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t.

The weight of that stare stripped me faster than hands ever could. I felt my lips part, felt the throb start in my clit like a second heartbeat.

His gaze dropped deliberate, shameless to my chest. Even through the coat and silk, my nipples strained, aching, begging. I swear he could see them. I swear he could smell how wet I already

was.

“Take it off,” he said. Low. Rough. Not a request and it dawn on me why he have come. He is here because I didn’t accept his request at our last video call.

My heart slammed against my ribs. For one dizzy second I thought about saying no. I’m married. This is wrong. But the word dissolved the moment it formed. Because the truth

1/4

Chapter 391

nisped

burned hotter than guilt ever could. I wanted to be bare for him. I wanted him to look. I wanted him to have his way.

My fingers shook as I shrugged the coat from my shoulders. It pooled on the seat behind me.

The silk nightdress clung to my skin, damp already where my breasts pressed against it. My nipples were so hard they hurt, dark rose peaks poking obscenely through the thin fabric.

Cool air kissed them and I shivered, thighs pressing together to ease the ache blooming in my

pussy.

He didn’t

I reache

there

st watched. Waited.

elicate straps, ready to drag them down myself, but his hand was suddenly sliding over mine, stopping me.

e strap between thumb and forefinger, toying with it, tracing the line of my slope of my shoulder. Never breaking eye contact.

g now, tiny desperate breaths I couldn’t hide. My cunt clenched on nothing, slick en and so empty it was painful.

ked one finger under the strap and tugged slowly, deliberately, until the silk slipped off oulder and down my arm.

neckline caught on my nipple for one agonizing second, then gave. My left breast spilled e, heavy and flushed, nipple stiff and glistening from the way I’d been secretly rubbing ainst my own arm on the walk to the car.

de exhaled, almost a growl. His hand rose, palm open, and cupped me. Not gentle. Possessive. Claiming. His skin was hot, callused, and when his thumb brushed over my nipple I jerked like I’d been shocked, a helpless whimper slipping out.

“Look at me,” he ordered quietly when I lowered my gaze.

I couldn’t. If I looked up he’d see everything. How I was already dripping down my thighs, how my hips wanted to rock against his hand, how my body seem to want more, how I was one stroke away from begging him to fuck me right here in the front seat like a whore.

It all

got me wondering if my trauma, ptsd is still intact. Why am I surrendering to a man who looks dangero

His fing

my m

on ad

d, rolled, tugged and the thoughts vanished away from

clit. My head fell back against the seat, mouth open

12:42 Sat, Aug 22

Chapter 391

Fansched

That voice. Gravel and smoke and sin. I forced my eyes open, met his, and the moment I did he pulled the other strap down. Both breasts bared now, trembling with every ragged breath.

The car’s ambient lights painted them gold and shadow, and he stared like he was memorizing every inch.

Then both hands were on me, one cupping each breast, kneading, weighing, thumbs flicking my nipples in perfect unison until I was moaning openly, writhing, thighs spreading without

ermission.

could feel how soaked my panties were, the silk clinging to my folds, my clit pulsing so hard I thought I might come just from this.

I leaned it helplessly, falling against him just as he twisted one nipple sharp, cruel pleasure and I cried out, back archin sy clenching so hard I felt a rush of wetness slide down to my ass.

I was humping air

He pulled ba took my ni

The he

bro

ess, chasing friction that wasn’t there.

o look at my face, eyes glittering. Then he dipped his head and uth.

eat, the scrape of teeth, the hard suck sent me over. I came almost with ing, breasts shoved deeper into his mouth as wave after wave crashed

d again and again, soaking through silk, through the seat beneath me. He n me there and I came like a teenager just from his mouth on my tit.

mors finally slowed, he lifted his head. My nipple slipped from his lips with a wet with spit, obscenely red. He looked…satisfied. Proud. Like he’d marked me.

his bottom lip, tasting me still.

nd slid from my breast down my stomach, fingers slipping under the hem of my dress. I whimpered, spreading wider, desperate.

refully he leaned over to kiss my lips, and everything else blurs. I surrendered into his arm ompletely, my breasts against his chest.

My hips chased

dripping wet

he sou

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify